"Mistress Francesca?" I said. "Maybe you could use the normal toilet if you have diarrhea?" What the fuck?" she moaned and reached for the leather str...ap. Then changed her mind and said, "Oh, fuck it!"I though that had settled it. I was wrong. She came back to me less than five minutes later. This time, she was carrying a pail. Once again, she slammed her ass on my face and spewed forth a flood of diarrhea shit. She dropped the pail in front of her and leaned forward and spewed her stomach into. Luckily she was parked just down the block. We walked companionably and I even took her hand for a moment. She didn't seem to mind. We approached her Lincoln and I saw the stairway up to the upper part of town just a few yards away. I offered my arms to Clara and she gave me a hug. Then another peck on the cheek. I returned the favor. And I hugged her closer. There was no way she could not feel the hardness of my cock between us. She looked up into my eyes and smiled. "You know we can't do. The taste was unusual but not unpleasant and I could understand why Katie loved swallowing my cum after oral sex. "Now clean every drop of Tyler's black cum from my used pussy," she said, "I was planning on making him wear a condom but when I saw him, and then his massive black cock, there was no way I was going to miss out on the feeling of that monster spurting thick loads inside me, unprotected or not. I thought you'd prefer a fresh cream pie than just a stretched, used pussy."I did as she. Perky tits, with soft pink nipples, soft smooth skin. I’m surprised, her pussy isn’t bare but she’s sporting a fully trimmed blonde bush, most women are age are shave. I too throw my towel on one of the other hooks. I know my pussy is wet and my clit is throbbing but I can’t let her know. She motions me to the shower head first; I can’t wait to rinse my hair. I move beneath the shower head and let my head drift back enjoying the cascading water flow over me. My tits thrust out with my arms up.